He goes off in a huff. The whole he can endure; at the parts he baulks. Now I don't like this.

他气冲冲地走啦。他是大事受得了，小事沉住气。我可喜欢样。

Were there always these vistas of rotting nineteenth-century houses, their sides shored up with baulks of timber, their windows patched with cardboard and their roofs with corrugated iron, their crazy garden walls sagging in all directions?

他竭力想挤出一时代的记忆来，能够告诉他伦敦是是一直都是样的。